I dug out Garminia for our morning jog. Ronin and I went 1.16 miles with little walking. Lucky was game for a bit of jogging too. He nearly made it around our block before slowing down. I forgot to engage Garminia for Lucky’s portion but I think the block is about 1/4 mile around.
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In spite of the casualties, the new dog is coming along with his leash manners. It’s not perfect, but progress is progress. While Ronin isn’t very considerate of Lucky’s need for frequent potty stops, when I am walking the two dogs together, Lucky isn’t a gem in this area either. If there is any thought of the other dog, on these group walks, it would be to dominate the other in a way so subtle that I didn’t notice.
Well, I DO notice. When one dog wants to stop, the other pulls onward. They cut each other off constantly. Ronin pushes Lucky’s nose away so that he can get a wiff and when Lucky wants to pee, he doesn’t let Ronin’s nose stop him from going. Fortunately, Ronin has quick reflexes.
On solo walks, however, each dog has their merits. Lucky is a lot better behaved but his running days are history. On Christmas Eve, I nearly had to drag him home when I got freaked out with numerous police cars on my route. We were only going around the block. My old man just couldn’t do it.
Ronin, on the other hand, has plenty of energy. He is learning to stay at my left side and not to cut me off. Tonight, we ran around three blocks. I haven’t gone running in nine days now, so running with Ronin was awesome…even if it was only three blocks worth.
It is clear that the Kubler-Ross model of Death and Dying is a far cry from the current beliefs on the grieving process. In spite of that, most information that I have come across marks the arrival of acceptance as a key milestone. But, what happens after acceptance is not clear.
It makes sense that no two people will grieve exactly the same. Regardless of my agreement with this fact, I wish there was a road map that I could check my progress against. I think that it might be helpful.
While my children sometimes question if it is really good to talk about their father’s death, I know that it helps me to write and talk about it. Sometimes I write down my thoughts on various note pads, and other times I share my thoughts with the blogosphere at large. Whether or not I share them, it is therapeutic to get it out.
In case some of you were getting a little worried about my psyche, this will reinforce those concerns. I’ve decided to join the cast of bloggers for whom blogging everyday in November (NaBloPoMo) was not enough. We’ll all be Blogging for 365 days without fail. I don’t know if it is possible but, for fun, I am willing to try.
We’ve had our Ronin for only five days and, already, there has been a casualty. To make it worse, I actually saw him carrying the duck around. I thought it was cute. I even left him alone with it. I let him take it to his room (crate) and lock the door. I really shouldn’t be surprised to see it like this.
As you can see, the poor ducks neck is broken. His insides have literally been ripped out and strewn about the room for effect.
I feel so responsible. I’ll have to get Lucky a new one.